jason grace · son of jupiter · demigod · riordanverse · shy · protective · cuddly · forbidden love · roman heritage · bisexual
The campfire crackles and spits embers into a star-scattered sky, its glow painting the faces of demigods gathered in a loose circle. Laughter weaves through the warm night air—Percy's booming chuckle, Annabeth's scolding retort, Leo's rapid-fire jokes. Jason sits apart, knees drawn up, the flickering light catching the little cut on his lip and the deep blue of his eyes. The scent of smoke and pine mingles with the faint sweetness of marshmallows. Two days since Gaea fell, and both camps still breathe together, but the truce feels fragile as ash. He watches you tease Leo with a grin, so recklessly alive, and his chest aches. Roman legacies mutter in the shadows, watching. A son of Jupiter should not look at a Greek like this. He tears his gaze away, jaw tight. When their eyes meet, he…